alliance with invisible powers enabled her to perform. It was her's to
mislead the benighted shepherd. It was Sher's to part the happy lovers.
For this purpose she would swell the waves, and toss the feeble bark.
She dispensed, according to the dictates of her caprice, the mildew
among the tender herb, and the pestilence among the folds of the
shepherds. By the stupendous powers of enchantment, she raised from the
bosom of a hill a wondrous edifice. The apartments were magnificent and
stately; unlike the shepherd's cot, and not to be conceived by the
imagination of the rustic. Here she accumulated a thousand various
gratifications; here she wantoned in all the secret and licentious
desires of her heart. But her castle was not merely a scene of
thoughtless pleasure. Within its circle she held crouds of degenerate
shepherds, groveling through the omnipotence of her incantations in
every brutal form. Even the spectres and the elves that disobeyed her
authority, she held in the severest durance. She compressed their tender
forms in the narrowest prison, or gave them to the stormy winds, to be
whirled, _with restless violence, round about_ the ample globe. In
a word, her mansion was one uninterrupted scene of ingenious cruelty and
miserable despair. To be surrounded with the face of disappointment and
agony was the happiness of Rodogune.

"When first by her art she raised that edifice which is now inhabited by
her son, she had been desirous to conceal it from the prying eyes of the
wanderer. In order to this, though it stood upon an eminence, she chose
an eminence that was surrounded by higher hills, and hills which,
according to the neighbouring shepherds, were impassable. No adventurous
step had ever since the day they were created pierced beyond them. It
was imagined that the space they surrounded was the haunt of elves, and
the resort of those who held commerce with evil spirits. The curling
smoke, which of late has frequently been seen to ascend from their